Vingt-Neuvième
The gasp of me is too loud,
And my sweater is too thick,
I feel like I'm choking.
The wool wraps around me like a noose,
My breath is labored,
The air is gnawing brittly,
And I'm lost
I'm lost without her guidance.
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